Merrily Goin' Round, Part 4

13.

the rocks forming 
the crown 

of the Mesa

were a message, 

no comprehension of

existed in Jack's own brain 

he was back into the woods, 
in the reeds without oxygen
Achilles dreaming a shield
and on that World 
a vision 

shape, which led to a figure 
of cerulean hue and out line
Jack would draw
one day
He didn't want to let go

it was all coming to an end
and he'd retire and dream
on to a more lucid, hopeful
form of the globe
his head, mirrored

it was coming around
from moon phase
his mind,
just glimpses of

the labyrinth he was lost in

the road and sun leading him on

patterns, patterns, repeating

matched in DNA sequence

then-- he saw that this flat 
was getting complex


14.

once

I mean, I like, this routine-- I have 

Crispin created it 
out of all the options--

the universes exploding

in the sky, the light just arriving

the disorder repeated constitutes 

an order
the images of the things 

he thought came 

up from the horizon in stars their 

their forms, 

my idealizations
keeping me on 

there was a promise 

of sorts there just in the keeping 

on he’d wake to each day

though it was still dark

Crispin wanted to rehearse 

the day

the work, and the hatch 

and over hatch and over 
again at height, 

comin’ round

The NighT

it took a prayer 
and some preparation

he saw the evil in just waiting 

for the next--

Crispin was, well surprised 

to have used that word,
The wHoLe World 

was still to come

Jack had no time to waste

What a sad time, Jack thought 

and thought 
uP and around

He’d have to do something about it,

in a dream

He traveled far, into that death

that end
Saw transparent clouds in heat

shimmer

Crispin made something physical

and ReaL, Achilles 

15.

still wondered and 
Jack just trudged, the happy way

He worried  

for the perfect out come

the revolutions, 

Jack saw

over and Crispin wrote, in Sun

flower motion 

mumbling on his rumpled bed 

something about

wave after wave,

the golden-rayed flowers
distance from flower 

to AsheN form, night day, were 

and, will be BacK aRounD

this sight, 

this knowing, this "Earth 

from space.” spinning 
circuit, turning

SurprisE and ExageratioN
Pleasure in the AbstracT MinD
and BeautY, the Black and death 
and WinteR mind of
seasonal Mythos 

explaining this
Change which equals our own--
and reconciling, these opposite colors 
of Black and White and pigment paint--
Jack made a World.